hello? fear? are you there?
it’s okay, you can come out now.
i know we’ve had a tumultuous relationship,
but this time i want to thank you
for protecting me
from experiences
in which you were born from,
moments in time
in which i wish you had been present
so that i hadn’t been as bold
as to walk around with my spine exposed.
in those days, you were but an infant.
not the warrior today
that I hide with an invisible cloak.
actually no, not hide.
that i banish to a land in which you
find your friends
sadness, anger, and anxiety
locked up so tightly,
screams of which can be heard
faintly in the background of thought
in a constant stream.
back when you were tiny,
i wished for sticks and stones
because i’d rather broken bones
than the words shaped like daggers
being aimed at me from every direction.
my body, mind, and soul took a nice pummeling
the likes of which you’ve tried to inhibit
from permeating my life again.
thank you for protecting me in the only way you knew how.
not only did you keep your best friend sadness in check,
you kept me from engaging in the world
with a target on my back.
these days i find you in the room with me
when i order a coffee
or go on a first date,
although i seldom notice when you are present.
how good you have become at shapeshifting.
i find myself wanting to turn my back on you
for continually fighting for my honor.
especially when the altercations
are often imaginary.
but i must remind myself
to hold you and respect you as the warrior you are
for fighting with the tools gifted to you through trauma.
it isn’t your fault you were born out of painful circumstances.
thank you for building the walls
i’ve tried to break down with my bare hands and teeth.
but, will you trust me now?
if i promise to invite you to the party,
will you show up?
and promise not to show up uninvited,
or in disguise?
i know i’ve said that
emotions aren’t safe in a place like this.
but i’ve handcrafted you a soft spot to land
with a door that will always remain open.